Death's Door
I was born through that bloody door
Through my mother’s womb, I saw the gloam
I was once two, expelled as one
I’m now on the flip side of the portal
Into life, the door closed behind me
I come back to what God denied
I unlocked the door with attempts
I still jiggle the lock pursued by suicide
There are marks on that cold facade
On the other side, I pulled to its face
I know the contours of the living door
Its surface magnifies my weariness
Calls of loved ones have a gravity
They like greater heavenly bodies
Those beyond the gate are sirens
Won't the knob stop beckoning?
I gaze through the opaque peephole
Hoping to see where I came from
The door calls to me before my time
I know the door like an old friend
Only I lay mines on the doorstep
Fight the urge to blast it open
Shrapnels lead others to despair
Keep them safe from mines
The cold steel door lulls me
I’ve got better things to do, death
If I exit your bloody door
Will I, at last, be no more?
No door, no egress, no me
The trinity united with the great thou
A singularity of endings or nothing at all
To exit as one with patience, God
Copyright © Triny Xiang | Year Posted 2023
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